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My attention was snagged by the beautiful young woman going off on her own. Her hair was pinned up, and she was in another tight little dress. The blazing sun shined down on her, adding a glow to her smooth skin.
Jax followed my line of vision. “What are you going to do with her?” The answer to his question was simple.
I didn’t take my eyes off her when I replied. “I’m going to do what I do best. I’m going to break her.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Whoever thought it was a good idea to have an outdoor wedding in the middle of the summer needed to be bludgeoned.
The white tented gazebo I stood under offered a slight bit of relief, but even with my hair pinned up and wearing a short strapless dress, perspiration coated my skin. I was ready to strip down and go dive in a lake.
I had tried everything to get out of this, but my father was close with the bride’s brother. So, here we were.
Abigail had pretended her cycle had started. As soon as Seth heard the word period, he dropped the subject and told her she could stay home. Lucky bitch.
Oh well, this was just another event I could claim I attended to atone for my past behavior. The wedding was over the top extravagant and a giant waste of money. The champagne fountains were a bit much, as were the wild doves still lurking about. The venue, though, was gorgeous. Lush green grass, beautifully designed centerpieces of white, blue, and silver, and the ocean as a backdrop.
Too bad Lucy Tidwell was a tramp. Everyone knew this. Clearly the woman was doing something right because she still got a giant ring and a good husband. Go Lucy.
“Rebel.” Hearing his voice sent tremors of awareness racing along my skin.
I cursed under my breath and turned to face him.
My stomach did that stupid little dip it always did when I saw him. It couldn’t be helped. This man was gorgeous. He looked like he had just stepped off the pages of GQ magazine. He was in an immaculate navy tux, not a hair on his head out of place, and there wasn’t a dribble of sweat on his tan skin. It was as if the sun had given him a reprieve from its wrath.
“Do you need something?” I forced clipped politeness into my voice. Ever since he had shoved his fucking card down my top like I was some cheap call girl, I’d avoided him at large functions.
“I have to want something to speak with you?” He sounded amused.
“Well, I guess not.” With a shrug, I looked out at the water, wishing he wasn’t standing so damn close. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was unnerving.
“Actually, I was wondering why I haven’t heard from you.” He circled around so that we were even closer, face to face once more.
“Are you serious?” This was rhetorical.
Pierce didn’t have a filter. If he wanted to fuck you, he’d tell you. Checking our surroundings, I saw no one was paying any attention to us, other than a mousey brunette.
“You’re right, you deserve better than that.”
“Better than what?”
“You deserve more than me bending you over my dining room table and fucking you after I bury my face between your thighs to savor your pussy.”
Our eyes locked, and my mouth turned into the desert. What could be better than what he just described? Why was I even wondering? God, why couldn’t I have been a shy little virgin and ran away blushing?
Why did I want him to fuck me against a wall while I left scratch marks down his back? The visual alone almost caused me to moan. It didn’t help any that his voice was smooth as honey, wrapped up in a masculine bow. This is so wrong.
“Wow. So, what do I deserve, then?” I quirked a brow and tried to pretend he had no effect on me. My hardened nipples and racing pulse said otherwise. Pierce smirked and made a humming sound.
“We can start with me eating your pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Massaging every part of your body after you’ve had a long day. And for me to bury myself so deep inside you that the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.” He leaned so close to my face I could smell the liquor on his breath. I’m almost positive I’d stopped breathing altogether. My pussy was weeping at the unfairness of it all.
Based on the cocky smile that spread across Pierce’s face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Not caring who saw me at this point, I stepped forward, so our bodies pressed together. I tried to ignore the feel of his cock pressing against my lower stomach as I rose on my tiptoes so I could whisper in his ear.
